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The blue crystal began to glow, rays of light drawing the image of a woman who floated in the middle of an empty field. Just the outline at first, but colour filled the image a few seconds later. The sight of a goddess on her knees was so unnerving to Desa that she barely noticed the fact that Mercy was hovering about three feet off the ground. Gods knelt to no one. But then Mercy wasn’t a god. Her real name was Nari, and whatever she was now, she had once been as mortal and fallible as Desa.
Those turquoise beams expanded, drawing a bed under Nari along with walls and a chest of drawers. Desa breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that the other woman wasn’t actually floating. A bedroom then? Strange that Nari would choose to record her message here of all places. And stranger st
